Gluck!* Gluck!!* Slurp!*
Amane's tongue moved with practiced precision, drawing a satisfied groan from Ryuji.
But what truly pleased him was something else entirely.
When his palm cupped the impossibly plush curve of her butt cheeks—soft as cotton yet voluptuous beyond reason—Amane instinctively swayed her hips, allowing him to fully appreciate their decadent weight.
This was the advantage of an experienced woman.
Even now, a simple slap on Shinobu's rear would still make her flush with shyness rather than lean into his touch. That might change with time, but for now, the younger Butterfly sister remained delightfully bashful.
"Madam, you really are—"
Ryuji's words cut off with a sharp inhale as Amane's teeth grazed the length of his shaft. The sudden, calculated scrape sent a jolt of danger-laced pleasure up his spine.
Then, with deliberate slowness, she lifted her gaze—lips still parted around him—and flashed a look so sultry it bordered on sinful.
"Call me Amane."
Ryuji responded by tangling his fingers in her silvery-white hair, guiding her back down with a groan.
"As you wish... Amane."
The moment the title left his lips, her hips jerked against his palm, the dampness between her thighs growing unmistakable.
Around them, the banquet hall's occupants still slumped in drunken stupors, their obliviousness only heightening the thrill. By the time Ryuji's grip left crescent marks on Amane's hips, her arousal had soaked through both her robes and his fingertips.
Release came violently—white sticky semen surge down her throat as she hollowed her cheeks, swallowing every drop without hesitation. Where others might gag or pull away, Amane only tightened her suction, milking him with a desperation that bordered on worship.
After doing all this, Amane also breathed a sigh of relief. Now that she has established a relationship with Ryuji, she no longer has to worry that he will abandon the Demon Slayer Corps.
When she finally lifted her head, lips glistening, she opened her mouth to speak—
—only to freeze as the cock she'd just cleaned sprang back to life against her cheek.
This time...
"Lord Ryuji," she murmured, fingers wrapping around his renewed hardness, "there's a private chamber nearby."
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Ryuji spent the next two days indulging in a life of lazy decadence, while the people around him busied themselves with rebuilding their country.
But for him, it was almost time to leave.
Yes, there were still three "targets" left to conquered—Mitsuri, Nezuko, and Kanao—but Ryuji felt he had already lingered here far too long.
Besides, the Demon Slayer Corps' breathing techniques weren't of much value to him. It would be far more productive to, say, spend some time in another world, pick up a few drones or other tech, then come back to track down Muzan Kibutsuji. And then, well… he could always find time to meet those girls again.
After all—
"I've hit a limit with my strength here. This world just isn't giving me the kind of boost I need."
He sighed.
His progress in the Blood Qi Secret Arts had slowed to a crawl. He had no interest in taking the berserker's path of madly absorbing other warriors' blood to strengthen his own—without a Ghost arm, that was practically suicide. He was on the path of refining his own blood energy instead, which required specialized medical tools or abilities to speed up.
As for Life Return… it was fine for replenishing stamina mid-battle, but forcing it to regenerate tissue and fluids came with a cost. It worked by accelerating cell division—shortening lifespan and slowing long-term recovery.
To put it in numbers: if your natural recovery rate was a ten, then after ten heavy injuries all healed via Life Return, you'd be down to a six or seven. That was why seasoned warriors often chose to heal slowly rather than burn themselves out with it.
Ryuji could afford to use it recklessly thanks to the Blood Qi arts, but even he knew constantly regenerating blood this way should wait until he was back in the Minecraft world.
And there was another problem.
For some reason, his blood energy simply refused to strengthen further. Even if he traveled to MC-world right now, it wouldn't help.
He knew the reason, of course—
Purity.
Or, more precisely, strength of spirit.
Or, to be exact, strength of will.
"I'll have to fight to my absolute limits, over and over, and dig deeper into my will if I want to break through…"
He clenched a fist. His body was already so powerful it made Mai green with envy—but the truth was, Mai was only a third rate fighter even in the King of Fighters world.
A gatekeeper at best.
"I think you just don't want to be the Corps' next leader," Mai said dryly as she packed her things beside him. "So irresponsible."
"Uh… well, that's part of it," Ryuji admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But seriously—right now isn't the time for me to be tied down. If we want to kill Muzan in this world, I'd be better off finding some rare powers or advanced tech elsewhere, then bringing them back to help. At the very least, get some satellite phones or radios. Otherwise, even if a regular member spotted Muzan, they'd have no way to alert me."
Truth was, he couldn't care less about running the Demon Slayer Corps. Yes, he'd agreed reluctantly before, but managing its affairs long-term? Absolutely not.
And he certainly wasn't going to tell anyone he could time-travel and return to the exact moment he left. That kind of detail would only make certain difficult women start asking awkward questions.
Still, it was a good excuse—and Mai, though a martial artist, knew well enough how convenient modern technology was. She found herself nodding despite her earlier jab.
"You're right. This era doesn't even have airplanes yet. Modern communications would be a huge help to them."
He slipped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close, appreciating the warmth of a body still touched with shyness.
"Exactly. I will be back, you know. So calling me irresponsible is pure slander. Sounds like someone needs to be taught a lesson." His hand wandered in a way that left little doubt what kind of "lesson" he meant.
"Who says I'll let you?" she muttered, elbowing him lightly. But she didn't pull away, just drew in a steadying breath as his hand grew bolder.
"You'll come for me, won't you?" she asked quietly.
He didn't even pause before nodding and flashing a thumbs-up.
"Of course. I've already got a few ideas for how I'm going to play with that body of yours."
Her fleeting sadness vanished, replaced by exasperation. She covered her face with one hand and sighed.
Why did I pick such a shameless man…?
"…Then send me back," she said at last. "I'll be waiting for you at home."
After saying those words, Mai suddenly recalled many things Ryuji had told her before. Almost without thinking, she blurted out:
"I can put on my martial arts uniform for you."
Ryuji paused, then nodded.
"Wait for me to come over."
He took Mai's hand, and in the next moment, her figure began to turn transparent before vanishing from this world entirely.
Ryuji glanced toward the room next door. Inside, the Butterfly sisters—who had shared the "first half" and "second half" of the night with him—were sound asleep, while Kanao was tending to them.
As for Kanao and Nezuko, he didn't particularly care. But Mitsuri… she was a real pity. She'd been so close to falling into his hands.
Still, right now, he felt more inclined to focus on honing his strength.
He hadn't told Mai the whole truth—yes, he would go to her, but definitely not right away.
Since he had become the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, he intended to do the job properly. And if the Corps existed to slay Muzan Kibutsuji, then he would be the one to kill him—no matter where Muzan tried to hide, he would not escape Ryuji's blade.
As for expanding the Corps, letting them rule Japan, strengthening the nation, and then scouring the world for Muzan?
No thanks. He had no interest in helping them build up their national power. It was… frankly distasteful.
But—he had slept with their leader's wife, so he might as well do something in return.
And Muzan was a pest that truly deserved to die. Between Amane's affections and the devotion of her daughters and the other women, the price was more than fair for Ryuji to take him out.
Fortunately, there was a place he knew of with technology far beyond most worlds—a place where he could single-handedly launch satellites and access magic that could locate anyone:
Arad.
As for the martial arts training he had planned earlier, his unexpected "genius mode" had already erased most of that weakness. Any further refinement could wait until after his return from Arad.
Not to mention, the secret techniques of the Shiranui style weren't all that impressive—he planned to have them upgraded with help from Arad's experts. Once that was done, Mai would be his completely, body and mind.
"Shame about Mitsuri… but killing Muzan first and then taking these girls will make things much more secure."
Stretching lazily, Ryuji was about to leave.
Opening his list of worlds, he scanned the array of women before him—and accidentally spotted Rias Gremory. The sight brought to mind the voluptuous devil's situation.
"Hm… better not disturb her now. I'm not strong enough yet to really enjoy that world."
Recalling the feel of those full, soft breasts and that naturally sinful allure, Ryuji coughed lightly and turned toward Seria's world.
"Well… perfect. Even in this world, it's worth over a million…"
With a smirk, his figure vanished from the Demon Slayer world and reappeared in the world of One Piece.
He chose Nico Robin as his travel target. So when he suddenly appeared in front of her—while she was reading through the royal archives of Alabasta—she rolled her eyes and casually snapped her fingers.
In the next instant, a head appeared before Ryuji—its mouth moving in a constant sucking and licking motion, eyes vacant.
"Use this first. I'm reading."
Ryuji stared for a moment, then, without hesitation, tugged down Robin's trousers to reveal the fresh, pink softness beneath.
After a rather thorough "exchange of ideas," Ryuji left the One Piece world with a back full of scratch marks and a single slap mark on his face. Robin had sternly scolded him for interrupting her reading—especially since he had almost… left his cum on the book, which made her very dissatisfied.
And just like that, Ryuji returned to Arad.
The moment he arrived, he felt the difference. The air was thick with magical particles—each breath felt lighter, every movement burned less energy and restored his strength faster.
"Ah… it's been too long since I've felt this."
Flexing his arms and legs, he looked at Seria sleeping peacefully and smiled.
"Hey… Seria…"
His hand reached for her soft breasts. Despite having "played" with other women recently, just seeing her again stirred something inside him.
But the moment his hand touched her, Seria's eyes snapped open. Golden light flared briefly across her body.
"Ryuji!" she exclaimed with joy.
Grinning wickedly, Ryuji pounced, hands exploring that flawless figure once more.
After another intense session, he released himself inside her—and once again, golden light flashed.
In that instant, Ryuji felt something change. He didn't know exactly what, but he was certain something had happened to Seria. Still, with his attention fixed on pouring every last drop of cum inside her, he didn't stop to think about it.
Only after a few more rounds did he sigh in satisfaction and collapse onto the bed. Seria, keeping her legs tightly closed to hold in his "cum," cheerfully went to prepare him a late-night snack.
At last, Ryuji had a moment to think about what had just happened.
"Wait… don't tell me… I gained a new skill?"
He quickly opened his system interface—only for his body to freeze.
Nothing.
Everything he had painstakingly accumulated—gone. Not just his energy, but even his world power.
Seria… had stolen his hard-earned spoils.
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T/N: No lemons because I have a fever and cold so my head hurts 🤧.
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